By her bedside all night, they knew death was near. Janet breathed her last breath of her life Tuesday morning. Heavy sad hearts having to say goodbye. Her three boys - Mike, Scott, and Steven - gather around, tears falling, hearts breaking. Their momma is gone. She lived a long and full life and this they celebrate. Holding the memories close.
Life goes on, as it will, as it must. Mike jumped on the plane and got home just before the airlines started shutting down flights. It is indeed a Christmas miracle; he has thus far shown no signs of getting the insanely contagious Omicron COVID while away. I have been worrying and fussing all day about the invitation to a Christmas party tomorrow with 15 or 20 people. The influx of tourists have made our COVID numbers escalate to numbers beyond what we saw with the Delta variant. We have made it this far.........
The snow falls. Big fat wet flakes splat down, piling up on the beehive, sliding off the metal roof sounding like the deep-throated roar of thunder overhead. We shovel and plow and shovel some more. Winter has arrived, indeed.
I took a walk up and above and around the property today. No snow shoes, no skis, just my tall Schnee boots which I love so much for this kind of trek. Uphill through heavy snow made for an excellent jaunt. Fresh deer tracks in the snow. Chickadees on the bird feeder. It is lovely outside.
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